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“The sky’s so bright because of the fog. It causes the lamplight to scatter in the mist,” he said. And I’ve tasted of night..

Now take that sound of Raging wind hiding behind an Uncommon breeze. Pick her apart, piece by thread “What’s your favorite color?&rdqu..

That cool Saturday night, I rested my lamenting head on your chest, and My pillow had a heartbeat. I memorized, analyzed. Chose never to forget ..

At the top plateau of the Sky-lit sea One white-winged glory Sailed, surfing air Cutting the wind With her grace. A sweet country road Followed..

My grandpa used to play piano.

One of the very first things I wrote.

To Sylvia Plath.

I’ve lost my pain It ran away during the mid-morning. The sun slivers across the lost posters A reward for the return of my pain.

Lucy shouldn’t come back till she Finds a guy to give her Diamonds here on earth. Let me hunt for the ones In the sky.

Grape purple bruises From velvet jackhammers In a fuzzy city, baby. Iron speaks in steel, stolen Vibrations of dust Burst soft, found in form. N..